[Children vioce]
A tisket, A tasket
The Scarecrows out his casket
Turn out the lights and lock the door
Prayin' that he passes

[Boondox]
A vision of the dead in the embread backwoods
Muthafucker born inside a toolshead
Momma never loved me never payed me no attention
Daddy was a rapist 30 years up state Fulton County Prison
And I was raised by my own will
Surviving off of scraps of bones, bear traps, and road kill
Spending my days and my nights all alone
And my mind is gone is something wrong with my dome
Should've put me in a tomb I didn't ask for this life
When they cut me out the womb with a dull pocket knife
Now I walk with a scythe and a murderous ability
A cornfed mutherfucker feeled with hostility
Cracked out and I'm gone off that moon shine
180 proof why I'm made from a muskadine
Out in these cornfields
Learning all these wicked skills
Swingin, slicing, and choppin, dice
Country boy born to kill

[Chorus:]
A demon spawn
The child of a bastard son
Seven born of seven and the
Seventh child fathered one
A soul black full of pain
Bodies in the field
Blood pourin' like rain

A demon spawn
The child of a bastard son
Seven born of seven and the
Seventh child fathered one
A soul black full of pain
Bodies in the field
Blood pourin' like rain

[Verse 2:]
Don't get lost in the woods
In yo black expidition
On the dark dirt roads
So suspecious
Just though some ditches
Hedlights flicker and it's got you turning switches
Now you so damn scarred you bout to shit in yo brentches
You can't think straight all you hear is heavy breathing
All your eyes just deceving what it is that you seeing
When I pull up on the a-4
Pristol in ther floorboard
Blast out ya back glass
Got you screamin "No No"
You fixing to know the reason and you about to find out
What it is to suffer with a rusty blade in your mouth
No where to run
No where to hide
Being stalked by the Scarecrow
The bloodline of Malachi
I hear these voices talkin they wont leave me along
Tell me snatch this bitch up by her hair and drag her home
Over my shoulder in the back of a pick up truck
Can't wait to get her home and hold her, bleed her, then chop her up

[Chorus:]
A demon spawn
The child of a bastard son
Seven born of seven and the
Seventh child fathered one
A soul black full of pain
Bodies in the field
Blood pourin' like rain

A demon spawn
The child of a bastard son
Seven born of seven and the
Seventh child fathered one
A soul black full of pain
Bodies in the field
Blood pourin' like rain

[Boondox]
A tisket, A tasket
The Skarecrows out his casket
Turn out the lights and lock the door
Prayin' that he passes

[Children again - repeat until song over]
A tisket, A tasket
The Skarecrows out his casket
Turn out the lights and lock the door
Prayin' that he passes

Lyrics taken from http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/b/boondox/seven.html

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I didn't mean to sound like an a* xd. I obviously shouldn't type after having a bad day.
All proper lyrics take is some googling to make sure words are spelled properly (muscadine- a type of grape vine; Malachi- well. It's a book of the Bible. No further research done on my part)
but yea. What I was trying to say in the first message is this: try to make your lyrics look appealing and be as accurate as possible and people will look for lyrics submitted by you.
Again: sorry for coming off so harsh. I'm just surrounded by idiots all day and inaccurate song lyrics just make everything worse.

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